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3rd Wedge This Year 2 by Jake

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3rd Wedge This Year 2 by Jake - country,male vocals music cover art

3rd Wedge This Year 2

country,male vocals

0:003:34
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
Sun's dipping low on the eighteenth green,
Clubs swingin' slow, but my wedge’s unseen.
Felt the leather grip, now it’s just empty space,
Third one gone this year, can't find a trace.
(Pre-Chorus)
I glance back to the group, shadows stretchin’ long,
Asked with a laugh, "Y’all seen where it’s gone?"
They smile real wide but their eyes don’t meet mine,
Is this just a game, or a thin, crooked line?
(Chorus)
3rd wedge this year, lost it down the fairway,
Diggin’ through your bags, hoping it might stay.
Like a secret in the rough, a ghost in the sun,
Trust’s a fragile bird that’s just begun to run.
(Verse 2)
The breeze hums soft as the flag flaps high,
Friends joke and banter, but I wonder why.
That wedge was my anchor, my steady hand,
Now it’s just a story, slip-slidin’ like sand.
(Pre-Chorus)
I ask again, "Mind if I check your gear?"
They nod slow and open, but the truth ain’t clear.
Fingers siftin’ through, but it’s never found,
Like a whisper lost on this hallowed ground.
(Chorus)
3rd wedge this year, lost it down the fairway,
Diggin’ through your bags, hoping it might stay.
Like a secret in the rough, a ghost in the sun,
Trust’s a fragile bird that’s just begun to run.
(Bridge)
Maybe it’s just fate or a test of the heart,
A lesson in the game, in friends and in art.
The fairway’s a mirror, reflecting what's real,
Sometimes you lose more than you ever can steal.
(Chorus)
3rd wedge this year, lost it down the fairway,
Diggin’ through your bags, hoping it might stay.
Like a secret in the rough, a ghost in the sun,
Trust’s a fragile bird that’s just begun to run.
(Outro)
So here’s to the game, to the laughs and the tears,
To the wedges we lose and the stories that steer.
Under fading light, with my friends standing near,
I’ll keep swingin’ strong, third wedge this year.